Harry Potter and the Quest of Life

Summary: Harry had always longed to leave the Dursleys. His desire is fulfilled, but in a way he never planned. Harry's sixth year will be full of adventures. New powers, a different identity and lots of fun with the Slytherins. How will Harry save his neck during the hide-and-seek game with the Order and Voldemort? Ron and Hermione are the new members of the Order. *grins* Find out the detail by reading the story.

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It was a week into the term. Mundungus Fletcher had turned out to be a very good teacher and soon became all student's favourite teacher- well, leaving out Slytherins that is. But that is already understood, isn't it? While at the same time Avery did a great job of replacing Snape in torture-the-Gryffindors game. Before long, Avery was hated even more than Snape among the student body if that was possible.

Even Hermione couldn't keep her calm appearence in Potions class now. It was an hour in the hell. And that hour was to come in exactly twenty-five minutes. Potions was the first class today, and worst, with Slytherins.

Every Gryffindor was rather solemn at the moment but the Slytherins were chirping merrily, when Snape stood up from his chair to address the students. All the chatters died instantly. For Snape had made sure to brief everyone what would be the consequences if anyone dared to go against discipline, in one way or another.

He surveyed all faces before shifting his gaze towards Gryffindors. Then he sneered.

"Today, we have here a new student who has transferred from Durmstrang to be here in Hogwarts. He has already been sorted into his house which is Gryffindor." He said 'Gryffindor' disgustingly and Professor McGonagal shot him a dirty look. All the Slytherins looked disgusted at the addition of a new Gryffindor.

"He will be starting his sixth year here. Adams Willstrong I would appreciate if you don't pretend to be the high and mighty one and make an appearance here." Snape said sarcastically.

Soon, a boy no one had noticed before appeared from the further corner of the room and made his way up to the stage.

Ron immediately disliked him. He had a somewhat cold appearance. His face had a blank look on it which gave away no emotion whatsoever. His blue eyes were cold. And he definitely looked like a very reserved and dangerous kind of person.

Hermione was having similar feelings. Although the boy was very handsome and attractive with a tall frame and broad shoulders, and the muscles which were fairly visible gave away that he has been working out, she felt that he was not a person she would like to be related with. Undoubtly, all the other girls would be swooning over him all the year.

As if on queue, she heard the giggling voices of Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. They were whispering in each others ears and nodding towards the new guy.

She looked side wards. All the guys had dislike written over their faces. Most of the teachers were also looking disapprovingly at the boy. Even Professor McGonagall had a cold look in her eyes when looking towards Adams apparently she had met him earlier.

"This is Adams Willstrong and I want all the students to give him a warm welcome here in Hogwarts." Snape emphasized the words 'warm welcome'. Slytherins got the hidden meaning and cheered. A satisfied smile played on Snape's lips for just a split second before it vanished altogether.

Adams smiled mentally. It would be a 'lot' of fun.

"Go Mr. Willstrong, sit with your housemates." Snape said coldly.

Harry just nodded and went to sit at a seat far away from his other housemates. No one tried to approach him. He noted, satisfied by the cold response he got. He was not in need for a friend who will chase him around and make his job a whole lot difficult. He needed to be alone to do his job. One thing that got him disturbed were the looks he was receiving from most of the female population in the hall. Despite his cold response they had decided that he was well worth the attention.

*Harry dear, you are in for the trouble. These girls are not starring at you with a good intention.* Fiery, as he had begun to call the bird, said sarcastically. Harry groaned inwardly but managed to keep the cold, emotionless look on his face somehow.

*You read other people's thoughts again?* Harry said in a scolding voice.

*Oh come on Harry,* It pouted. *Besides, it was 'interesting' to read those naughty thoughts they had in mind for you.*

*Don't mention it.* Harry warned.

*Why? Wouldn't you like to hear what those cute, little girls have in stock for you?* Fiery said in an innocent tone.

*SHUT UP!* Harry screamed inside his head.

*Ooh-* Fiery had only said as much when Harry build up his shields which disabled the phoenix to contact him telepathically.

Just as he blocked Fiery from his mind he saw Ron and Hermione leave the Great Hall. He took a last bite from his meal and followed them out. Unbeknownst to him, he moved with such a grace that surprised even the teachers.

Harry followed them up till the Defense class when Ron turned to face him.

"What? Why are you following us?!" He snapped. Harry quirked up an eye-brow.

"I thought that was obvious. I am new here so I don't know where the Gryffindor dormitories are. And I certainly hoped that you won't be so thick headed and will show me the place as you two are the prefects."

Ron took one step forward but Hermione grabbed him. Ron was a few inches shorter than him, Harry noted. It was kinda odd looking down at Ron to speak. As he had a habbit to tilt his head upwards to speak to him from his past life.

"Ok. Come on follow us." She replied instead.

Soon, they reached the portrait that led the way to the Gryffindor common room. Harry waited patiently while Ron said the password which granted them all permission to be inside the Gryffindor territory.

Harry moved into the common room. It was just as he had left it after his fifth year. He followed Ron to the sixth year boys dormitory.

All the other boys were already there. They only gave Harry a cold look and got back to whatever they were doing before. Neville seemed a bit frightened of him but Harry was surprised to see that he looked more confident than last year. Harry could see determination written in the boy's eyes.

'Hmm… interesting,' Harry thought curiously.

His trunk was already placed by his… Harry Potter's… bed. He made his way towards the bed, moved the curtains out of his way and sat down on his bed. It felt good to be home and sleep in his bed.

"Hey what are you doing?" He heard Ron's voice.

"What am I doing?" He replied coldly with a question.

"You can not have this bed." Ron's voice was firm.

"Why not?" Harry was bored now.

"That's Harry's bed."

Harry quirked up a single eyebrow. He seemed to be doing that a lot now. "You are trying to tell me that you are saving a bed for a murderer?"

"Harry is no murderer." Ron was outrageous.

"And how exactly will you prove that?" Harry asked calmly. However, he was happy that his friend believed in him but he showed none of it.

Ron had no answer to his question. Instead he said.

"You can have any of the other beds. But you are surely not going to take this one."

"And who will stop me?"

"I will stop you, you moron." All the while his other dorm mates remained away from their fight.

"Try it." Harry said in a calm but threatening tone. He saw Ron hesitate. But then a look of determination came over his features and he stepped forward aggressively. He tried to punch Harry's face but Harry caught his fist in his palm, applied a little bit of pressure and soon Ron was on his feet trying to stiffle his screams of pain. After some moments Harry released his fist from the iron hold of his hand.

"I will sleep on this bed. If any of you can stop me you are welcome to try." Harry said in a firm voice and turned to disappear in the confines of his bed.

No one dared to resist.

As soon as Harry closed the curtains around his bed, he heard the phoenix.

*Harry, you should get a hold of that sword as soon as possible.* Harry heard Fiery.

*Why do you keep babbling about that sword so much? We are at Hogwarts now and we should be able to have it, sooner or later. You will just have to be patient. And besides I have still got my old sword.* Harry told him.

Fiery muttered something incoherent which sounded much like. *Stupid lad doesn't understand.

*You saying something?* Harry asked in a dangerous voice. The Phoenix gulped.

*Nothing, absolutely nothing.* Fiery said in an annoyingly angelic voice.

*You better keep track of your doings.*

*Or what would you do?* Fiery asked teasingly.

*Try Me.* Harry answered in a slow, dangerous tone.

*Hey, hey relax there Harry.*

*No Fiery, I am getting really annoyed by your impatience. We have to plan then make a move to steal that sword. And by the way why are you so impatient to get a hold of it.* Harry asked. Curiosity was dripping from his mental voice.

*You will know as soon as you touch it.* Fiery promised.

*Whatever.* Harry was bored by the constant urging of the phoenix and wondered what was so special about that sword. Sure it was Godric Gryffindor's sword but Fiery shouldn't be that impatient if it was just that. Well, he will find out soon.

He layed on his bed with the intention to sleep. But instead the thoughts of the past few months came into his mind and he sighed. How much had changed during such a less amount of time. There was no doubt about that.

After escaping from the Dursleys the first thing Harry did was get to Gringotts and get out 'lots' of money. Both magical and muggle. He knew he wouldn't survive one day without money.

Then he had gotten to the Flourish and Blotts and bought 'lots' of books so he could learn a good number of defensive and offensive spells, just in case he ever needed to defend himself.

Then he had gotten a cheap flat in the muggle world. And tried to keep a low profile. But instead of his efforts he had many run-ins with the Death Eaters, barely escaping from the imprisonment. He had to also face an Auror or two between his fight of survival but his luck always came to his aid.

The hardships he had faced had totally transformed him from the kind, trusting Harry Potter to the untrusting and cold-blooded man he was now.

The books he bought helped him greatly. He found a passage in an old History book about the Lords of Light. And from then the things got really fast.

He performed the ritual and succeeded. Fiery had later told him that it was the Light itself which had drawn Harry to itself by giving that particular book into his custody and making sure that he called for help.

He told Harry that he was to become a Lord of Light, as the helpers were called collectively. It was his destiny. Harry had not been all that surprised. He knew that something was pulling him to do what was needed and he had only felt it right to give it a try. That night when he had gotten home he was almost frightened and went all crazy to note his figure. His body had grown up definitely to a warior's level. He had asked Fiery about it and got the explanation that his body had to adjust to the amount of power that was drilled into it. And it was not unusual for the Lords of Light to show a physical change after the ritual.

Then with the help of Fiery and the information he got from the books, he begin his training. He got a blade for himself and started training himself much more in that aspect. Fiery had suggested that at first he should get himself comfortable with blades.and other weapons and learn the physical fight, Martial Arts, Kung Fu, and fencing. They can do magical training afterwards.

And in only a month, Harry had reached up to a master's level in sword fighting and archery. In Martial Arts he was a complete natural. His moves were always calculated and backed up by another attack and his master at the muggle instituet he was learning in had a 'very' hard time fighting him. His magical training was still intact. However, according to Fiery, he had only one-quarters of his training left in that department. And then they would see how much a power did Voldemort and his little Death Eaters have got.

Harry smirked in satisfaction.

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Harry was late for the morning class, which was unfortunately Potions. He had been deprived of his sleep for all the holidays so after gaining back the comfort of the Hogwarts' beds, he slept soundly. And here was the result, he was late. None of his rommates had tried to wake him and he preferred this way.

He got up and dressed with such a speed that would put even Vampires in shame. He hurried through the corridors to find his way towards the Potions class. He reached the door composed himself and entered.

"Ah, Mr. Willstrong. Finally had the time to grace us with your presence?" Avery was outdoing himself. Harry was amused.

At the day of Voldemort's resurrection he looked nothing but a little frightened cry-baby. But now, surrounded with the weak harmless students, he was giving the image of a teacher, you wouldn't want to get in trouble with. And the students already looked afraid of him. But not Harry. Harry will never be afraid of such weak cowering fools.

Harry simply glared back at Avery. "A fifty points from Gryffindor for arriving late in class room," All the Gryffindors gasped. Some turned to glare at Harry, hatred filled within their eyes.

"Now go sit in your seat if you don't want more coming." Avery ordered. Harry, unfazed from the Potions master's unjustice, moved to find himself a seat.

First, he moved towards Ron and Hermione, out of habbit more than anything. But Ron stretched his body to cover any place which was left.

"We have got no place for you, traitor." He hissed. Harry only smirked, and moved to sit in an empty seat besides Neville.

Neville squealed in fright.

"Its ok. It is not as I am going to eat you alive." Harry tried to comfort him, watching his fright. Neville looked at him uncertainly. Then nodded.

The potion they were asked to make was a healing potion. Harry doubted that most students will be able to do it. Anyway, he will be. So why waste your time thinking about the others.

He made the potion in a record time and set aside his supplies in their correct order. Now he would have to wait for the end of the class.

Avery, Harry noticed, was talking to Malfoy. Malfoy looked towards him and caught his eye. He grinned wickedly before talking to Avery. The next moment Avery turned around and headed towards him. A sneer on his face.

"Mr. Willstrong! Why are you not doing your work, may I ask?" He said.

Harry tilted his head to look at his teacher's face and smirked.

"Why I have already finished it...unlike some students." Harry glanced at Malfoy.

"Five points from Gryffindor for making a remark on another classmate. Now why don't we test your potion?" The potions master smiled satisfactly here.

"Willstrong, cut your arm." The Death Eater ordered. Harry stared calmly at him.

"May I ask why?"

"To test your potion you dumbhead. I wonder how did you progressed to your fifth year. You are as clueless as a troll." Whole of the Slytherin part of class laughed at that. The Gryffindors remained nuetral.

"Why do we need to test it on me when we can use an animal?" Harry caught a glimpse of Malfoy. He was showing off a snake which was undoubtedly his, to Pansy. Harry grinned.

"Accio!" Harry summoned the snake out of the Slytherin boy's hands.

"Perhaps on this, Professor?" Harry asked. And before getting any response from the Professor, Harry slashed a cut across the snake's skin with a throwing knife he always carried with himself. The snake was hissing in pain. Avery was still shocked out of his skin at Harry's dare. Harry quickly feeded the potion to the injured snake.

"WILLSTRONG!" He yelled as soon as he regained his composure. "A WHOLE WEAK OF DETENTION, WITH ME. AND HUNDRED POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR INJURING A FELLOW STUDENT'S PET!"

Harry only smirked in response. Detention was nothing he would care of. The look on Malfoy's face had been priceless. Meanwhile, the potion had taken its effect and healed the snake's wound. A thought struck Harry's mind and he quickly made an illusion of the wound on the same place and cast a quick spell to turn the snake's colour pink.

There, on Harry's table, was now a snake, all pink in colour, writhing in agony, which seemed more like a dance than any other thing. Hollers went around the class room as the snake was noticed by the students. Gryffindors were laughing their heads off. While all the Slytherins were glaring at Harry. Snake was their house's sign. And Harry had insulted their house by making a fun of that snake. Harry sat there whistling innocently.

"ANOTHER FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR GETTING THE POTION WRONG. CLASS DISMISSED!" Avery roared before disappearing behind the door at the front of the room.

Harry moved out of his chair and out the door so quickly that the only thing the students saw was a blur. It had been fun. Real fun. What would Sirius think of it if he was told? He had probably congratulate Harry on creating trouble in the class of the Head of Slytherin house. Harry mused.

He took out his schedule to check for his next class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. He would have that class with the Hufflepuffs. And who was the teacher. Mundungus Fletcher. Harry smiled.

A good choice. Severus Snape had shown his worth. It was very wise of him to place a Death Eater as well as a Order's member in Hogwarts. Very clever indeed. He was gaining the trust of both Voldemort and Dumbledore with his administrations.

Harry was looking forward for the class. As Mundungus Fletcher was an Order member, he would undoubtedly be teaching defense charms and shields in the class, which was Harry's favourite as well as necessity given his position. The class would indeed be interesting.

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